Tonight is destined to be unusual.

Just because the Canglan Sect, which had always been firmly protected, was now like a sieve, and as soon as night came, a letter appeared in the hands of each disciple of each peak, and the letter was destroyed after reading it, leaving no trace.

The content of the letter was even more arrogant, causing waves among the disciples of each peak.

However, when the disciples, who were curious and wanted to join in the fun, followed the address on the letter to find it, they found that no one had come to the appointment at all.

The message was like a tempting bait that tricked them around.

At this time, the purple bamboo forest behind Qingjing Peak.

In the middle of the night, the cold wind was blowing, the purple bamboo rustled and swayed, and the heavy snow fell more urgently than the day, which had the meaning of dumping everything.

In the depths of the dense bamboo, Shi Qinghua has been waiting for a long time to lean on a purple bamboo.

She wore a long hair shawl, a dark blue gown and a long red jacket. In the middle of the night, Shi Qinghua's long and curly eyelashes were hung with crystal dew, which made the eyes more and more bright and moving.

yawned slightly, and Shi Qinghua retreated a little.

The letters received by the disciples of each peak tonight were all written by her, and she couldn't guess who the murderer of Song Tianyang was hiding behind her, so she thought of a way to deceive that person.

The content of the letter is very simple, it is nothing more than - I know that you killed Song Tianyang, and I have a demon worm as proof. If you don't want me to expose you, come here and see you.

When making the transmission message, Shi Qinghua specially kept an eye on it and left a fake address, so that the disciples who were curious to find out one or two would stop here after finding that there was no one at that address.

And those who are really afraid of being exposed will recall the content of the letter, find the real address hidden in the letter, and find it.

That person killed Song Tianyang at will, and faintly wanted to blame himself, Shi Qinghua knew that the other party was not stupid.

But now that no one has come to the appointment when the time comes, Shi Qinghua guessed that most of her plan was a mistake, and the other party was even more calm than she imagined.

Shi Qinghua patted the snow on his body and turned around to leave.

At this time, a cold light suddenly stabbed from behind, and a sword suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, only hitting Shi Qinghua's back.

Shi Qinghua's ears moved slightly, his back seemed to have eyes, and he bent back with one hand, dodging this sharp sword, only letting the sword cut off a wisp of green silk.

The crescent moon hangs high in the air, scattering thousands of silver rays and flying with snowflakes. In the flying silver light, Shi Qinghua drew his sword and turned over to face the comer.

The two swords collided together, emitting golden sword flowers, and the two people who confronted each other in the air did not admit defeat to each other.

Shi Qinghua held the sword in both hands, but his eyes looked at the other party burningly, the more he looked at it, the more shocked he became, and a thought faintly broke through the ground.

The other party was a man, with a long and jade body, like a slender bamboo, and he had a silver full mask on his face, only slightly revealing his smooth chin. His sword-holding hand seemed to have been delicately carved, his fingers slender and jointed.

lost his mind, and Shi Qinghua was forced to retreat to the ground, splashing a cloud of snow. Shi Qinghua turned around, pretending to want to escape, but the people behind him really came to chase him.

His speed was extremely fast, and Shi Qinghua could feel a fiery chest on his back, and at the same time, the tip of the opponent's cold sword was also on her neck.

Shi Qinghua stopped, but the next moment he ignored the sword on his neck, turned around and picked off the other party's silver mask with his sword.

The cold wind blew and raised the broken hair on the side of his ears, Shi Qinghua squinted his eyes and saw the face under the moonlight.

The eyebrows fly into the sideburns, the eyes are as deep as a secluded pool, the bridge of the nose is high, and the thin lips are slightly pursed.

It's not Xie Xian, who is it.

She thought he was a little pitiful, and she went up to deliver the medicine, but the other party played her around.

Xie Xian, the city government is really not ordinary.